Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Missed you, Ky,” whispered across her lips before his thumb followed the same path. “Never thought you’d come back. Definitely never thought you’d come back with someone who’s gonna tie us together forever.”
She lost her breath when reality slapped her in the face. She’d be tied to this man for the rest of her life.
Whether she wanted to be or not.
“Can’t undo my fuck-ups, babe. Gotta keep that shit in the past and keep movin’ forward.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him. Babe? It had been a long time since anyone had called her that. In fact, only one person ever had. The man now standing in front of her. “I really wish I could believe you. It’s that past that makes me skeptical.”
“Gonna give you that. But askin’ you to give me a chance to prove myself.”
“Answer me this: would you be trying to prove yourself if Ledger wasn’t in the picture?” She held her breath as she waited for his answer.
“Never wanted you to leave in the first fuckin’ place,” he murmured, focusing on her mouth and making her automatically lick her lips.
Her breath hitched when his long, warm fingers slid up her jawline and drove into her hair above her ear.
She took in all that was Zeke Jamison, the badass biker, the MC president she never should’ve gotten involved with in the first place.
But for a second, that bad decision was almost forgotten and she remembered everything that attracted her to him in the first place.
His scent.
His taste.
His lips.
His swagger.
His amazing hair any woman would be jealous of.
His intense grayish-blue eyes.
It was a trap.
He was a trap.
A trap that was about to snap shut and imprison her.
She made a mistake with him before. She couldn’t make it again. Last time left a permanent mark.
The next time could destroy her.
And her son.
She needed to resist for Ledger.
Her son was the most important man in her life, despite still being a child.
She could not get sucked in this time.
Zeke was bad news. Just because he was Ledger’s biological father didn’t mean she needed to let him back into her personal life.
Or pants.
Or bed.
Or…
Her eyelids slid shut as he leaned in closer.
Shit.
His warm breath swept over her parted lips.
Shit.
His leather cut brushed against her aching nipples, making them peak even harder. And of course, she never wore a bra when she was home.
Shit.
His other hand curled around her hip and pulled her against him until his bulky belt buckle pressed into her belly.
Heat rushed through her and puddled between her legs. He might have been a cheating asshole, but he’d always been damn good in bed. That was one place he’d never been selfish.
At least with her.
As for the others…
Shit.
“Zeke, this is not a good—”
His lips smothered her protest and his tongue took advantage of it, sweeping through her mouth.
He tasted of tobacco and pot, and maybe even a hint of whiskey. It was Zeke one-hundred percent. It took her back to a time when she loved him, despite him living up to his road name.
She’d been weak then, but she was much stronger now.
Kyra in her twenties would’ve invited him to her bed. Now in her early thirties, she was about to invite him to leave. Before he pushed her into doing something that there’d be no turning back from.
Because she knew how it worked when a biker claimed a woman. They got possessive and bossy. Their opinion was more important than hers.
Belonging to a biker was fun for a while. Until it wasn’t.
That reality made her jerk her head back to break the contact.
He dropped his forehead to hers, his fingertips digging deeper into her hip. He breathed, “Fuck, babe,” against her lips. “You taste so damn good.”
She channeled her inner strength and shoved his chest with both hands, pushing him away. “You taste like…” You. “Like shit.” She shook her head, hoping it would shake some sense into her. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. You need to leave.”
“That’s the last thing I wanna fuckin’ do.”
Her brain and heart were warring with her sexual desire. She needed reality to win over fantasy.
“I can’t do this,” she repeated again, hoping he’d listen but knowing he wouldn’t.
“Too fuckin’ late,” Zeke growled.
She hated that he might be right. She was slipping and could easily fall right back into his spell. And if she didn’t do anything to stop it, she wasn’t going to escape unscathed.
Like last time.
As much as she loved her son, as much as she wouldn’t want to be without him, raising him as a single mother was difficult.
Being with Zeke could make that part easier because he was right, he was surrounded by a large support system. One that would embrace Ledger.
He would be taken in like a newborn elephant calf. The rest of the DAMC herd would surround Ledger and do whatever they needed to do to protect him.